Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.